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Trump-Epstein Reading Room.

       "riddle of the sands"

diminishing mathoms
spore-munchkins scrunching
lost on the freeway
       calendar
   of some past day

cobweb into catwalk
crawl across like Falstaff
       classic rock
   arrears fathoms
wheels that stop turning

such sunset colors snarled
assailing the eyes
apocalyptic window
       warded off
   panic knowledge

& to keep snail snipping
       desert chrome
   & blood zephyr
snafu ciphered inly

what could these others
teach me of the telson
that is touch nonce onset
       each moment
   under that sky

Synthetic.

Central to and defining the poetics I am trying to suggest here is the conviction that the order man may contrive or impose upon the things about him or upon his own language is trivial beside the divine order or natural order he may discover in them. To see, to hear, to feel or taste [...] comes about in a formal organization so complicated that it remains obscure to our investigation in all but its crudest aspects. To be alive itself is a form involving organization in time and space, continuity and body, that exceeds our conscious design."

— Robert Duncan, “Towards an Open Universe” via @alinastefanescu

Final Moments of a Witch.